So, this morning I stopped to pick-up a newspaper from the little grocery around the corner from my house. As I was paying, a guy in his late forties came in and whistled a tune that has replayed in my head all day. I have been racking my brain all afternoon to remember where I know this tune, and finally it hit me.
I suppose you're never too old to get your Smurf on.
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